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They are flushing the hydrants todaySplashing giant rainbows in the spring air.You cannot escape the sound of water.Outside the Middle School is a great lakeWhere the drains are plugged. Two young boys are thereStaring intently like they are asking

What will be left when the waters recede?

On the radio they are talking toFarmers in the Mississippi delta,Poor folk in poor houses, watching the floodsRising and talking about faith in GodAnd how they don’t have the money to move,While engineers are playing Morton’s ForkBetween the devil and the deep blue seaAnd admitting that no one really knows

What will be left when the waters recede.

The boys lose interest and wander awayTo dig in the sand of the ball diamond.I change stations and hear an old preacherTalking about God shutting Noah inThe Ark. And I think, Good for Noah, butWhat about the rest of us? Does he want

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Are round: The perfect circleOf a fresh cupcake; a sunny-sideEgg yolk; apples and oranges areRound, too. Even pears and bananasIf you look at them end-on. And ofCourse, the humble hamburger, Served on a plump, round bun.

No food in nature is square, or triangular;Sometimes food has legs, but evenThese legs are vaguely roundish.And some of the finest foods even organizeTo grow in circles (like mushrooms).It just stands to reason, really –Round earth, round food. I thinkThat’s why pop tarts just seem wrong.